I Hope You Sing Along And You're Still Alive

We walked to the kitchen, making my mum smile at us while scrambling eggs.
“What were you boys talking about?” She asked, turning away to pour the eggs into a pan to cook.
Gerard giggled, making my mum turn around with an amused expression to cock her eyebrow at him.
“Oh, um-“ He started, turning red.
“We were talking about our plans for tonight.” I said, smiling at my mum who made a pleased noise and went back to cooking.
“Oh, Gerard, will you be able to spend the night tonight?” She asked, putting the eggs on a plate.
“Yes ma’am, if that’s okay with you guys.” He said, grinning. He knew my mum wouldn’t turn him down.
“Of course. Our home is your home, darling.”
“Thank you. That really means a lot.” Gerard said, hugging her as she walked to the fridge.
She pulled out a carton of orange juice and a box of pizza.
“I picked up your favourite last night.” She explained as I looked at the box of pizza, grinning.
She handed the box to Gerard and took the plate of eggs for herself, pushing us into the living room.
“Frank, you sit there.” She pointed to a chair with a box in it, neatly wrapped with a bow on it.
Gerard handed me the pizza box and ran to my room, quickly coming back out with a black bag in his hand. He handed it to me, winking at me while mum turned her back to fold a blanket. He took the pizza away and gave me a thumbs up when my mum sat down.
I unwrapped the box from mum, tearing the paper away to reveal a new amp for my guitar.
“Oh my God, mum! Thank you so much!” I said loudly, setting it down and hugging her, making her laugh.
“I hope it’s okay. The guy with the holes in his ears at the guitar shop recommended it.” She said, smiling.
“It’s perfect, thank you!” I picked up the present from Gerard, smiling at the skull tissue paper.
“Read the card after.” He whispered, grinning widely.
I pulled the paper out and squealed when I saw the deluxe addition of American Idiot.
I hugged him tightly, probably for too long since my mum was right there.
“I’m going to go finish the dishes, I hope you’re having a good birthday.” Mum smiled before leaving.
“Can I read the card now?” I asked, sitting in his lap and playing with the collar of his shirt.
“Yep.” He popped the ‘p’, making me smirk at the expression his face took on.
I tore the envelope and pulled out the card, catching a piece of folded paper that fell out. I unfolded it and stared down in amazement at the thin, fine lines of lead that swept across the page in elegant strokes.
“D-did you draw us?” I asked him, biting my lip.
“Yeah, I thought- I mean I’m sorry if you don’t like-“ I cut him off by pressing my lips to his and tangling my fingers in his hair.
He moaned in response and pressed me closer to him, smiling against my lips.
“What are you two doing?!”

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